When it is a moonless
Night, you
Start repeating yourself
Like a parakeet.


Give me a call, when
You are distressed, I
Will come as a cloud
To read your eyes.


A rain drop
On the tip of
A thorn.
Are you crying?

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 31st, 2017 22:41
  • Category: Nature
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  • willyweed

    I am loving this one wonder ful work and I am honored by your request

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